Crosstesting permitted [SCP-049xSCP-XXX]

60 seconds and a bit more

Title art by xSeiyou

The... Experience was rather... Cloudy in Torvics head.
The harpy had been at the edge of unconsciousness when 049 decided to...
Do things with him.
He had prayed that the incident from their first meeting wouldn't ever repeat, but... Here he was. Awake again on the hard mattress of his bed. Body aching. Body aching in the expected places... His ass, his hips, his back,... His mouth?
He groan in pain and disgust as foggy pictures streamed his mind.
Plague doctor topping him-... way too close to his face, as...
Torvic started coughing violently as he remembered. The grey penis... leather gloves holding his mouth open, then the slimy- ...Thrusting against his mouth, tongue, down his throat. He had been so dehydrated that he sucked hard and swallowed against 049's dick to get fed... XXX felt his innards revolting and jerked his head over the edge of the bed to throw up.
049 had done more... Way more until he had been satisfied. The harpy tried to banish his foggy memories but it was hard, when he felt something dripping out of his entrance... Again. He continued retching till his stomach wasn't giving anything away anymore.
Exhausted he let himself fall back into his pillow, very aware that the other SCP was somewhere in the room still. Way too exhausted to care he lost his consciousness again.

"...is of value. If you don't co... To remove you forcefully. You... We can."
"Good Sir, I merely wish... Help him. I wouldn't... Against my own aims..."

The conversation was so blurry, Torvic barely understood.

"...From the project. We know you... Care... Much more fragile..."
"...Try to keep it in mind... I now?"

Something cold touched the lips of the avian and he opened eagerly when he tasted the water. Swallowing as much as he could, coughing in between. The water tried to go away, so he lifted one of his winged arms and pulled it back.
When he was satisfied his wing just slipped back off the thing that had been holding the water.

"...to take it. ... Will be discussed, if..."
"Make another move and... Fire!"
"...must understand... No choice..."

Torvic felt himself getting lifted and hung over a moving thing. Then he slept again.

Torvic woke up the the extreme bright clinical smell and light. It burned in his nose and eyes. He groaned as he pressed his eyes shut. The mattress felt so... Soft. It was comfortable in contrast to...
The harpy jolted upwards in the bed. This wasn't his containment cell! This was the nursing area! He felt the nubs on his chest and looked over to the machine that showed his vitals. Looked fine...
God, had the other fucked him to oblivion or what?
A nurse appeared. Torvic remembered her face as he helped out a few times as doctor here, but couldn't remember the name. "Hello, Torvic. It's nice to see that you woke up."

"You don't call me... A number...?",he croaked.
"Oh no, we don't have that rule here, since we aren't being recorded right now. And after all did you offered me to call you by your name." She smiled a little.
"Thank you..."

"Don't mention it. So, how are you feeling?"
"...Not good."
The nurse giggled a little as she checked his vitals. "Of course not. You have been so dehydrated and exhausted- You should know as doctor to keep an eye on your water consumption. I'm sure the foundation brought you enough."
It seemed like she didn't know of the other events that happened.
"Apologies." He forced a smile.
"That's what I wanted to hear!" She blushed a little as she added,"It's nice to see your face for once. You have a handsome one." Torvic quickly risen his arm to his face, feeling the mask was still missing. Meanwhile the nurse watched him and removed the nubs. "Did you... lose it?" He felt that it was another way of asking 'did they take it'.
He frowned,"No, someone else is... Holding it for me, right now." He prayed that SCP-049 had his mask.
"Ah that's nice. I remember that it had some kind of... Historical meaning for your kind, right?"